Her shift at Maelstrom had run a little late and she hoped that Deacon wouldn't be too upset. He had a key to her place, so it shouldn't be a problem...she hoped. When she arrived at her home, the brunette hurried up the porch stairs and unlocked the front door, rushing inside quickly to relock the door behind her. "Deke?" Calling out, hoping he was there. Her place was still fairly unfurnished, but at least had a livingroom set, a tv, and a bed. There could only be a few places he'd camp out comfortably, so Cait aimed for the living room first.

She didn't have to look far. He was walking down the hall from the bathroom. ?Hello,? he greeted her.

"Hey!" Smiling brightly as he appeared. She changed direction to meet him halfway and slipped her arms around his waist. She was wearing her usual 'uniform' of high heeled boots, skinny jeans, a studded belt and a skin-tight, low-cut black t-shirt.

"Overtime? Bachelorette party?" He didn't look upset, and eyes were a bit darker than normal.

"Eh, things just got hectic right as I was supposed to be leaving, so I stuck around to help Canaan get a handle on things. It's not like I can't use the money." She laughed, then lifted up on her toes to ask for a kiss.

He leaned down to meet her lips with his. "Text me next time. I was getting a little worried." Arms slid around her waist and pulled her closer as she was up on toes. "I got a pizza from Angelo's. Soda's in the fridge." There was a bit of a smile. "You care if I stay here tonight?"

This was the Deacon she liked. She hoped the rest of the night would stay as nice as this greeting right here. "Sorry," she told him after pulling back from another kiss. And then she pulled out of his arms completely, reaching up to sweep her long, brown hair into a ponytail to be secured with the rubber band around her wrist. Glancing towards the kitchen, she smiled. "Yay pizza." She'd had a thing for pizza lately. No guessing as to why that was, but oh well. "Of course you can stay," gaze swinging back around to his face. "Just 'cause or is something up?"

"Just thought I'd stay, weirdo." He let her go and watched her fuss with her hair. "Why up? I mean I guess other than just being at work all night with it down. It looks nice when down, and the lazy curls..." He was sort of rambling. "Pizza's works with extra cheese and some garlic bread balls. That way we can breathe on each other."

"It does look nicer down," nodding to that, wandering away from him and into the kitchen to get some food. She was starving. "But it's hot in here. And rather than roast, I'll just put it up for a while." It was a rather nice 74 degrees in the house, actually.

He watched her as she walked away, admiring the view. "Either way you want to do it, Babe." He finally moved to follow her. He wanted a drink, but he'd gone a couple of painful days without it so he would try to make due with the soda and pizza, if he could keep that down. "So, good night at work then?"

There were paper plates and cups leftover from when Alex had visited a couple days ago, so she used that to hold her pizza and soda. She turned to lean on the counter while munching so they could talk. "Yeah," she said around a mouthful of food. Better swallow and talk like a civilized person now. "I'm starting to learn some fun tricks. Like tossing bottles and lighting this one drink on fire. I can't remember the name of it now."

"Pumpkin Pie, Flaming Lamborghini, Flaming Dr. Pepper, B-52, Bailey's Comet," He seemed to know them all. "Backdraft..." He stopped and reached for the pizza box. "I know a few." Grin.

"I'll say," laughing. She really was eating like she hadn't eaten all day. Had to tell herself several times to slow down. "How was your day? Do anything fun?"

"I didn't knock out Kyle or one of the Board Members." He grinned then took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "Went for a long drive, out past our picnic spot."

That bite of pizza she was swallowing? It kinda got stuck for a second. Then she coughed. "Kyle still bugging you, huh?"

"He's got a bug up his *** about something." Mainly Deke and his temper flares. "Overly mothering and just ugh, ya know?"

"Yeah," drawing the word out a little. "At least he cares." Another bite, taking her time with this one.

"He's a pain in the ***."

"I'm a pain in the ***." Grins, then hides the smile behind her drink.

"Big one." Agreeing with a smirk. "I still love you, though."

That softened the grin and made her cheeks turn pink. "Good, 'cause you're stuck with me, you know." Sip. "I love you, too, babe."

Slight raise of brow. "Stuck huh?" He took another bite. "Kyle's acting like he does around my birthday, like he's trying to keep something from me, ya know?"

Cait shifted, gaze dropping back to the pizza in her hand.

He watched her a minute, he saw the shift in gaze. "What? You know why he's being weird?"

@#$%. Caitlin didn't look up right away, just picked at a piece of pepperoni and chewed on her lip. "Yeah." Oh God, this was gonna be bad.

"Yeah?" He watched her and lifted his soda from the table. "Going to let me know?"

Cait tossed her crust back into the pizza box and brushed her hands off on her jeans. "I'm gonna go get changed first. Because, frankly, I'd like to be comfortable for this." She she passed him on her way to the door, she squeezed his hand.

Great. He plucked a garlic ball from the box and dipped it into the marinara before munching on it. "Okay?" She was starting to act as weird as Kyle, and now he wondered what they were hiding. "Are you pregnant or something?" Wild guess, first thing that pops into his mind is blurted out, then he was really not wanting to know.

She froze in the doorway, hands on either side of the door jam. This was so far down on her list of things to tell him...but if she could save Kyle from an *** beating? Why not spill the beans right now? "Yep." And then she headed for the stairs.

He started to laugh and shake his head. "What the hell ever." He took another bite of the garlic ball, as he watched her back at the stairs. "Seriously, what's going on?" He wasn't going to believe her, yet. They were up to something together. Maybe planning a trip or something.

That had come out easier than she'd expected it to. In fact, she felt surprisingly calm while mounting the stairs that led to her second floor bedroom suite. Not even two minutes later she was back downstairs in one of his long t-shirts and nothing else. Bare feet padded quietly on the hardwood as she made her way back into the kitchen where she leaned in the doorway. "I wasn't kidding."

Now she was just stared at. Eyes moved from her face, down to her abdomen, as if he'd see anything at all, then back up. "Bull." Denial. "Really?" First there was panic. Wasn't she on the pill? Then he was sort of thinking about his being a father and trying NOT to be anything like King.

"Yes really." Shouldn't she be scared or crying or something? This secret had been eating her alive for weeks and now that it was out, she felt a whole lot of nothing. Just a void. Emptiness. Hollow. "I don't know if I'm keeping it."

"Wait, what?" He watched her as he was already standing and moving toward her. He was happy about this new revelation, but she was a little odd. "Why wouldn't you?" Arms fell slightly but he still let them come to a rest on her hips as he stood in front of her. "I think it's like a shock, but... wow."

So much for their good night. Sighing, Caitlin uncrossed her arms and laid her hands on Deacon's forearms. "Because you're all of three days sober? We have some serious issues that just got swept under the rug when you were in the hospital. And I don't know if I want a baby right now."

"Holy @#$%, Caitlin. I'm trying here." He wasn't shouting and he wasn't even angry in tone. "I know we have @#$% to work on, but come on what couple doesn't?"

Thank God for that. She wasn't in the mood for a fight. "I just don't know if I want to toss a baby into the mix of shit we have to work on."

"So what then?" He was watching her, and hands seemed to tremble where they rested. "Give up our kid? Cause of our issues? That hardly seems fair."

Lower lip was drawn between her teeth, brown eyes lifting to stare at his face. "I didn't mean give it up. I meant not have it."